Relationships:Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Eskel (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion ,Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: Feral Behavior, Wolf Instincts, wolftaur, Geralt is a wolftaur, Eskel is a wolftaur, Jaskier is a fawn, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, Non-Human Genitalia, Teratophilia, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, If You Squint - Freeform, not really alpha/ beta/omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Trans Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Trans Character, Mounting, Protective Eskel (The Witcher), Horny Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, possible osha violations, Eskel Has a Big Dick (The Witcher)
Language:English
Published:2021-07-07
Words:4778
Summary: A young Geralt returns home after a short first summer out on the path. He didn't expect much to happen, but it would seem as though his body had other plans when he suddenly and very unexpectedly comes into heat.
Growing up a witcher made being trans a touch easier for Geralt. He had access to hormones and mages from an early age. Not to mention the already present hormone changing side effects of witcher mutagens like increased testosterone levels, muscle mass improvement, growth spurt, and more. It is also because of all these things, Geralt was a ‘late bloomer’.
Everyone in Geralt's class seemed to have their first ruts around the ages of 16 and 17. Geralt, being trans, paid this no mind. He could remember the first time Eskel went into rut and how the strong musky pheromones nearly made him vomit. He could also remember what a mess Eskel turned into for the duration of it. Needless to say, that was the one male thing he was more than okay living without.
Woefully, it would seem destiny has one out for poor Geralt. If it's not one thing, then it's another.
Geralt is approximately 20 years old. He, like the others, has a year on the path under his belt. It was a short year, first years allowed back in autumn, before winter, but that didn’t make walking back up to the keep any less stressful. Though the year was short, Geralt had fears that some of his comrades wouldn’t show up. He feared more so for some than others.
Walking in through the massive double gates into the yard, Geralt breathed in deeply, analyzing the different scents of home.
“Geralt!” A rust colored wolf with dark sun kissed skin lopes across the yard. He’s the same age of Geralt and a much welcomed face to see. “You’re the last!” He says excitedly running into Geralt, enormous wolf paws too big for his body coming up to nearly trip them both as Geralt catches his human half for a hug.
Tails wave side to side in sheer joy and Geralt allows himself to relax. “The last? Does that mean?”
“Everyone is here! Come! Dinner is being prepared and everyone is sharing their stories.”
Geralt follows his excited comrade into the castle, the strong scent of a happy pack mixing with fresh food cooking and home. Greeting him like a warm blanket during the height of winter.
Like before, Geralt is nearly blindsided, but this time he couldn’t do much to prevent himself from being tackled to the ground. Geralt is tackled by his pack mates, all clamoring in for a sniff, taste, touch of the white wolf. Geralt can hardly get a word in between the weight crushing him, and the tongues begging for their turn to taste his mouth.
The puppy pile is broken up when a booming growl rocks through all their chest. A warning from none other than Vesemir. The old greying wolf shooing away the pups for a chance to have a closer look at Geralt.
